_victoire:

          <sub>Pressing her lips together,
          expression resembling his
          own, she waits. Behind the
          facade of nagging older sister
          is the truth; love & care. If her
          brother is overwhelmed in any
          way, she wants to know why 
and how she can h e l p.

“Care to share with the class, Mr. Weasley?”</sub>

 

_{[ ♔♚♔ ]}

     _{Narrowed eyes focused on his sister,
     he releases a puff of breath, his hand
     reaching up to scratch his back. A seed
     of doubt plants itself in his mind, and
     with an inward jolt he realizes that he
     is worried that Victoire will dismiss
     his vexation with a sneer.}

          _{‘Only if you ρяσмιѕє not to tell
           Maman.’}

_victoire:

          <sub>A laugh bubbles past pink
          lips. She is not mocking his
          frustration or anxiety, no. It
          is merely the fact that such
          language is not often heard
          coming from the mouth of
          her youngest brother. Quietly,
          she places herself beside him.

“Something the matter?”</sub>

_{[ ♔♚♔ ]}

          _{Tempted to childishly stick
          his tongue out but ultimately
          too anxious, he keeps his lips
          pressed for a few moments
          before responding with a groan
          and a mumbled affirmation.}